June 7, 2002
The newlyweds are off to Cornwall for a week of solitude and finally I have a day to catch up. Nothing more than sleeping, eating and reading is on the schedule for today. The library's wingback chairs might as well have our names on them as we settle in again, watching the comings and goings of other guests. I am too tired to even contemplate acknowledging my other existence although my conscience does prick me. I have no memory of what a real vacation is - one without a laptop in tow or worry about checking in with the office.